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    The Sword Spirit’s impassive action, in turn, caused Zhen Bufan and the others to frown slightly.

    “It seems that Miss Sword Spirit is very confident in those people below.”

    Zhen Bufan said with this smile.

    But in fact, his mind was slightly disturbed.

    He couldn’t help but think of his previous experience of bringing those people from Dongxuan Academy to be killed as pigs by Su Jingjing and Qiuyouyou.

    But he also felt that this time, with over two hundred people, it was impossible to roll over anyhow.

    After all, they were fewer in number at the Tongxuan Academy in the beginning.

    And in the face of more than two hundred cultivators of the Transitional and Harmonization Stages, even he, a late stage Celestial, was all bound to be unable to hold his own.

    The heart couldn’t help but relax.

    Of course, as far as he, Zhen Bufan, was concerned, none of the more than two hundred people in these twenty-odd teams had anything to do with him.

    What if they all die?

    With his strength at the late Celestial stage, even if the Sword Spirit wanted to kill him, it would not even be possible to do so.

    If this attempt doesn’t work, he’ll just sit back and wait for the next opportunity.

    All in all two months, in Zhen Bufan’s opinion, will be able to avenge yesterday’s revenge.

    While the sword spirit was confronting them like this, many of the people from the clans above the observation square had a pleased smile on their lips.

    “This farce caused by the Pathfinder God Flower is finally coming to an end.

    Even though the Sword Spirit was not weak, there was ultimately no way to save the day.

    Of course, this is the most correct choice for her, to fight against more than two hundred people with one person, although she has the advantage of her realm, but more than two hundred Harmonized Stages combined, even if the Mahayana Stage is afraid that they all have to avoid the front for the time being.”

    “After the battle in this deep pit, this Four Waters Martial Meeting might only be able to get back on track.”

    “……”

    Many people showed a flash of pleasure in their expressions.

    Instead, the brows of those people from the top powers were furrowed.

    People such as the Shangling Sword Sect Patriarch and the Hengshui Immortal Sect Patriarch, who stood together with the Heavenly Dragon Lord, had a bad premonition growing in their hearts.

    Especially Ouyang Changjian, the patriarch of the Shangling Sword Sect, he was incomparably aware of what level of strength the sword spirit had reached.

    Knowing that even if Zhen Bufan set and all the surrounding Celestial Stages, the Sword Spirit was pleasantly unafraid.

    Yet the latter still released those two hundred or so people into the deep pit.

    This means that things are bound to be not as they appear to the crowd.

    “Brother Tianlong, this time the Tianlong people seem destined to be the sole protagonists of the Four Waters Martial Arts.

    I don’t know if it’s right or wrong for the sword spirit of my Shangling Sword Sect to follow those little guys.”

    Ouyang Changjian looked at the Heavenly Dragon Lord as he let out a bitter smile.

    The Sky Dragon Lord was naturally able to read the situation over there as well.

    “And it was just those little guys who got lucky.

    Of course, I think that Sword Spirit, the girl who follows them at the side of Yao Yao, is bound to be a matter of win-win cooperation.”

    At this point, the Heavenly Dragon Lord had long since turned from that initial worry to relief.

    Su Jinghuang’s performance of them was really a bit out of his expectation.

    Even if they would make many enemies after this Four Waters Martial Arts, they would all be fearless.

    And while the crowd above the square was discussing this, the two hundred or so people had also reached the bottom of the deep pit.

    At this moment, Qiu Yao Yao, Xue Ning and Yan Xia were still absorbing those divine origins of theirs.

    Instead, Su Jingjing was already absorbing all seven of his own ones into his body.

    It didn’t have the time to be completely refined, but it was stored in every inch of his flesh and blood.

    At this time, his cultivation level was still only at the fourth level of the Flesh Body Great Sage.

    Yet it was perfectly adequate.

    He looked at the guys who were fishtailing in, and his expression evoked a touch of teasing.

    The killing intent in his heart, however, blazed up more and more.

    The black brick was already in his hand, and he couldn’t help but show a flash of crimson in his eyes.

    The kind of wild power hidden within him couldn’t help but diffuse.

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